The Big O (An OTT Insta-love STANDALONE) by Nelle L'Amour Read Free Book Online Page B

mouth, I began to undress her. I managed to one-handedly undo the buttons of her blouse and slip it off her. Then I undid her skirt, letting it fall to the floor as I unhooked her bra and slipped it off her arms. I broke the kiss, eager to see what she looked like in the raw. My heart beat wildly with anticipation.
    Sweet mother of Jesus! She was more beautiful than I could ever imagine. Pure womanly perfection. An angel. All peaches and cream with lush curves and full tits that overflowed with sensuous beauty. As she stood there motionless, my eyes traveled down her full-figured body taking in every ounce of her flawless flesh, passing over her rounded belly before gliding down her smooth, solid legs. I longed to smell her, touch her, lick her, and then fuck her everywhere I could. Her lips quivered.
    “Relax, princess. You’re beautiful in clothes, but you’re more beautiful without them.”
    “Really?”
    “Really.” What made her even more beautiful was that she didn’t know it.
    Then a smile lit up her face. My ego swelled with pride. I’d put that smile on her face. I wanted to see her do many things because of me. I’d never wanted anyone or anything as much as her. My cock hardened with lust and my heart thundered with love. I took her back in my arms and smothered her with succulent kisses everywhere I could. All over her face…down her neck…along her arms…across her chest. Her sensuous breasts fluttered with each kiss, each breath. I cupped the two magnificent mounds in my wide palms, savoring the weight of them and their suppleness. Holding them in my hands like Atlas held up the world. Two worlds. Bending my knees, I lowered myself to bury my face in the space between them, splaying my fingers and massaging the two globes against my cheeks. I inhaled her as I worked her breasts and heard her moan with intense pleasure.
    Taking a small step back, I moved my mouth to her nipples but not before studying them. Holy crap. They were exquisite—like two little pink frosted donuts puckered with sprinkles that matched the color of her luscious bowed lips. Still cradling her tits, I sucked them hard, pulling at them with my teeth, inflicting just the right amount of exquisite pain that made her wince with pleasure. Without losing contact, my eyes glanced up at her. She was a vision of pure euphoric beauty, her back and neck arched, her eyes all but shut as she bit down on her bottom lip. My cock swelled at the most erotic sight I’d ever beheld.
    “Oh, Owen, I can’t take it anymore,” she breathed out. “Please take me. Take me now. Take me here.”
    Feverishly, I lifted her into my arms, not knowing where I’d bring her to new heights. On the conference room table or against a wall.

I was laying butt naked, sprawled across Owen’s conference room table. The chill of the air conditioning gave me goosebumps but not as many as the gaze of the gorgeous man looming above me. His eyes roamed my body from head to toe, then returned to connect with mine. Never had I ever felt more comfortable in my own skin than with this man beside me. Or so safe. He’d put his pants back on and I was unsure what he was thinking.
    “Are you going to ravage me, Owen?” I asked, my voice filled with need.
    “No, Olive. You’ve been fucked enough today. And you’re probably sore.”
    A pang of disappointment bit me, but he was right. I was sore but in a very good way. The soreness was a beautiful reminder of losing my virginity with the man I’d loved for so long. An eternity.
    He stroked my long blond hair, which was fanned out on the table, and smiled. The awed expression on his face resembled that of someone admiring a breathtaking painting.
    “My princess, you are so, so beautiful inside and out. I just want to get to know you and shower you with pleasure.”
    My eyes stayed on him as he undid his silk tie and slipped it off his neck. Gah! Was he going to tie me up with it? A shiver skittered down my spine.